Old Gabe is our twenty-four year old thoroughbred who is the only fellow in the herd. To say that he is hen pecked is an understatement and I guess he just wanted to show us he still had a few tricks up his sleeve.
Before leaving home I was seeing me wife in after a double shift at the hospital. I knew that this would be the only time I would even get to say hello as she would be once again returning to work after some sleep time. Her weekends are always like that.
Gabe was in the yard eating grass while the other horses had been turned out to pasture. Since he is rather slow of motion and the mares constantly pick on him, I allow him to be a "weed whacker" when the yard is dry. That's one of the advantages of country living; a manicured lawn is not real important on a farm.
As I opened the entry gate to the farm for my wife, I was shocked to see Gabe go by heading for the road. He had never done this before. He wasn't walking like usual either, the old trickster was actually cantering.
My wife saw him headed toward her and she figured by stopping and opening her door, he would stop. With fences on both sides of the right-of-way, there wasn't very much clearance on the other side of the truck. Gabe, however, wasn't concerned.
I couldn't help but laugh when I saw him pass the truck in the opposite direction on the driver's side. My wife started immediately backing up behind him. He was really feeling his oats.
I went to the barn, grabbed a lead line and a bucket of grain and headed out on foot. By the time I got there she had her arm wrapped under his neck and he was under control. He knows better than to fool around too much with her. She loves him but can also be a strict disciplinarian when needed.
I handed her the bucket and the lead line and she sat on the tail gate with Gabe following on the lead as he tried to reach the grain bucket. Kind of like the rabbit in front of the greyhound at the dog track. I drove very slowly laughing the entire way.
The icing on the cake was when we got back on the farm. Gabe, looking displeased and sulking, went to his stall and stayed there until I returned from church. I even used his spunk and energy as a praise item during the morning prayers portion of the service.
For an old boy who we thought was on his last legs about a year or so ago, Gabe still has it when he wants to show it. I truly love that old boy and am glad he has been part of our life for so many years. God knew what he was doing when he created him and his mare friends. They are all part of our happy extended family.
You can read more about Gabe in my book, Honey, We Shoulda' Bought the Ark, now in final review and due out this fall.
Animals, a wonderful addition to God's beautiful world. Praise Him for all that he has given us. His love is shown in so many ways. Thank you, God.